Lila’s P.O.V.
Ten minutes earlier
I took a deep breath, feeling the cool evening air fill my lungs as I watched Skye leaning against the side of his house. I had asked him for privacy to talk with Brandon, but now that I was alone with him, standing just a few feet apart, the weight of the moment settled over me.
Brandon shifted awkwardly, his hands stuffed into the pockets of his expensive suit. He looked out of place here, like a piece of polished furniture set down in the middle of a wild forest. I had once thought he was so charming, so put together. Now, as I looked at him, I was shocked to realize how little of that charm still held any power over me. The man who had once been my whole world now looked small, insignificant. Almost pitiful.
“Lila,” Brandon began, his voice smooth
